“I’m the best mouser in the world and I’m beautiful too!” – Morgan
Back in 2013 I had three happy cats. Ok, maybe Jake was a little cranky but he was old and we older folks are allowed to be cranky sometimes. No intention of adopting another cat especially while Jake was alive.
Then I had extra towels and bedding. Our local shelter asks for those kinds of things for animal bedding. My big mistake was taking it over myself instead of having the beloved husband do it.
I dropped off two ginormous bags and asked if I could walk through the cat rooms. Bad idea. Really bad idea. There were forty cats looking at me, pleading with me to take them home. I broke out into a sweat. My knees got shaky.
A staff person was cleaning cages. She pulled out a one-eyed gray cat and put her in a small kennel until her cage was cleaned. The cat was so sad. I asked if she had lost her eye (I wasn’t sure if she was just winking) and the tech said she had. I asked if anyone would adopt her. She shrugged her shoulders. The cat had been there five months already. A long time. (Yes, I know some pets spend years in shelters.)
I was unsettled. I wept. I was so sad the beloved husband told me to go get the cat. I picked her up without knowing what her personality was like. (Another lottery winner! Ding, ding, ding!)
I thought the cat was old and special needs. She was about a year old, maybe younger and missing an eye is not special needs. There is nothing extra to do. No medications. No special food. She manages just fine. In fact I don’t think she knew she was missing an eye. (I caution guests to not mention it to her.)
I isolated her until all her blood tests came back negative. Then I introduced her to the group. Mollie and Hazel smelled her good. All over. In places that shouldn’t be smelled. I thought they were dogs!
Jake on the other hand, came over and whopped me on the head. “Cupcake, what were you thinking? There’s no room for more cats here!” He never did warm up to her. She tried to play with him once or twice and he whopped her. She kept her distance after that and peace returned to the house. That’s how I went from a three cat house to a four cat house.
This sounds like it was easy, doesn’t it? It wasn’t. After she joined the general cat population, her poop test came back. She had parasites. All the cats had to be medicated. Next week we’ll revisit the week from hell. Stay tuned. Oh yes and I’ll tell you why she’s the perfect cat!